La Tucumanita

To dance the zamba
very Tucumanan, very Tucumanan,
take a sip of wine,
put on a chala, put on a chala.

The zamba from my land
has a secret, has a secret:
that the song comes out,
but stays inside the chest.

Acharay, my Tucumanan,
the mouth like a gate,
little arms of holy wood,
crooked shins, crooked shins!
Look, my little Tucumanita,
if it's just a joke, don't be offended!

To offer to my lady
I have a palace
with a little piece of sky,
a cloth blanket.

Green sugar cane fields,
blue skies, blue skies;
wow, how beautiful is my land
the Bomba of Lules!